Day 309: Acceptance

Nope

Wow - grateful for bliss-face Karen Smithson and her acceptance of my change of heart (not moving to Dulwich now. It's a long story but one that feels right). Also very grateful that the guardianship agency that I've just contacted, which has properties in the areas of London that would be useful for where I spend my time, has already contacted me with a viewing opportunity. One that I can't do because I'm not in the area, but nevertheless, that's a pretty amazing job. 

Today

Speaking of amazing jobs, I LOVED my work today. Once again, how can you call that work? It's engaging, it's satisfying, it's fun. It makes a difference like you can't believe. It's just brilliant when you see someone have a realisation that will make a real difference to their life, and not just their working life. I also hugely appreciated the permission to play today. The client company was definitely a serious one. Very male-dominated and not, on the surface, very open to the whimiscal. Thing is, my suggestions aren't whimsical - that's the wrong word - they're playful. They make games of things that are traditionally humourless. I think if each person can find a way that makes THEM smile internally, that makes them change their state in a way that's automatic, or just as a reminder, they'll have a much better experience. 

When I'm doing that work, time just flows through. I don't want to rush it. I'd be happy if it wasn't over. I love that people are willing to put themselves out there and that I'm allowed to be the person that gets to invite them to try different things. I love it!

Good, but not the best bit of the evening by far.

I was kind of blown out for a date I didn't really have my heart in anyway, and I was delighted for that to be the case, as I got to see Victoria Sandison and Cristian Muscatello too. I don't know Cristian very well yet, but I can see just how happy the two of them make each other. That's something that makes me very happy indeed. Like a glowing beacon happy. That Sandison, she's a fucking peach. She has deserved a bloody good egg for a long time, and she's done really well. Thing is, with those two, I get to witness one of my favourite things - when people meet their lobster. They're on, those two, and they'll last until they're both wrinkly. Esther Lilley was different from the second her and Daniel saw each other again in London. The second it changed into that, it was just the case that they were right and nothing has ever changed that. I love Daniel so much and I've only met him a handful of times. I love what he does to Lilley and I love who he is, to have such a peacocky goddess love him so much. Well dom, Sandeesom. Ju findeem the mam ob libe. 

Did I say that Emily at mindfulmaps.com rocks? She does.

So, I haven't found the man of my life yet. I'm toying, at the moment. And not just toying, actually. I'm open like I haven't been before. I know that's doesn't bode for immediacy (it's not Newbould Guardians and their day-later property, is it?) but it's all good. I'm already diffrent. I know that not everyone that I find attractive would even consider me that way, but some do, and some that I don't consider that way find me attractive. And you know, in the end, there'll be that crossover and it won't be just anyone. I've spent my life so far not settling for what I'm not really keen on (though sometimes it's taken me longer than others to act on it). I'm not about to give up and say 'oh, no worries, you'll do okay'. But what I am willing to do is stay open to the possibility that there are people out there who are brilliant, and that when one is the brilliantest, for me, they might just find me the brilliantest too. And that, this time, will be okay. 

I'll sleep on that. With Danish Blue and a bellyful of hope. Night, then.